Midway
I took him in my plane
He walked, talked; no complain
Officer, lieutenant
Old friends of old times
We joked, laughed, on and on
In our years
He was best
Now he dealt with the mines
Detected, neutralized
As soldiers all we did
Was, "obey the orders"
Our leader
So called Shah
As Hussein of Jordan
These puppets of the West
Did the same but hidden
And passed on the orders
At the end were soldiers
Like the dogs in the chain
"Fight the wolf."
Moscow and Washington
Encountered in Dhofar of Yemen
We flew in sky; the Muscat and Oman
On return
My friend
Had lost eyes
How can I be idle?
Whom for?
Why?
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